WEEZER's forthcoming album will be titled Raditude. It's cute at first glance, but there's something so morbid about its desperate attempt to be hip that one can only read it as some kind of deliberate, defeated acknowledgment of the band's permanent shitness. It's so despairingly self-depreciating that I almost want to pep them up: "Come on, Weezer, you're not that bad." But they are.

This week in awful press releases: country singer NAOMI JUDD is taking a brave stand against pain. "Pain robs people of their lives. It can interfere with everyday activities that most of us take for granted, like going to work, driving a car, or even hugging your children. That's why I'm speaking out — pain can and should be treated." She's signed on as the spokeswoman for "Partners Against Pain," a "national education program" designed to tell people to take drugs if they hurt. The program is run by Purdue Pharma, makers of OxyContin.

Can you believe it? I'm actually tired of wondering whether LADY GAGA is packing a wang. Sure, it was fun for a while, contemplating its possible dimensions and configuration and such, but after all this ceaseless Gaga wang hoopla, I just find myself bored with the prospect. Back to wondering whether Chris Martin has one, I guess.

It's super-cute how seriously JARED LETO takes his awful band. You may remember him as the dreamy illiterate kid from My So Called Life. (I point that out only because every time it's mentioned in print, he punches a wall and storms out of the room to brood.) But lately he's been better known as the singer for the hysterical malaise-rock outfit 30 Seconds to Mars. They're working on a new record, and Leto keeps ejecting these loathsome little tidbits of self-reverence. "One really exciting thing we did a couple of weeks ago," he told MTV, "we had been working on recording with some Tibetan monks for about a year, and we finally got them in the studio and recorded their voices chanting. We did some chanting with them. They were in [my] house, chanting and recording."

Moving from the Delicious Pretensions Department to the Cockamamie Schemes Bureau, he outlined his plan to solicit noises from fans via (barf) Twitter. "We wanted to further the connection between the band and the audience, to use the collective conscious as an instrument on the record. [Pause for laughter.] People are sitting in front of their computers, either by themselves or with their friends and family, all around the world, and they're recording sounds and singing and answering interview questions. . . . It's as simple as clapping or stomping, to singing a chorus on a song." In further adorableness, he referred to this as a — get this — "digital summit."

So, when can you look forward to this masterpiece? "We are literally in the death throes," he told MTV. "Or, the, uh, y'know, about to give birth to this record."

Annie | Don't Stop Things have gotten pretty crowded in the electro-pop demi-monde since Annie released her indie-hit debut, Anniemal , back in 2004.

The Big Hurt: Dialing up Billboard’s Ringtones Chart We may scoff at the very idea of Billboard ’s ignominious Ringtones chart, but mobile phones are one of only three viable revenue channels musicians have left these days (the other two being commercial licensing and crooked charities).

Video: The 12 acts you should've seen at Bonnaroo 2010 When I told my bosses here at the Phoenix that I was going to need some time off to attend Bonnaroo for my third year in a row, I expected to hear something along the lines of, "Have fun, don't die, and we'll see you when you get back."

THE BIG HURT: DIVING IN THE PR DUMPSTER | February 26, 2013 I've been dumpster diving in the PR bin, the rankest receptacle of music industry waste, and I've come up with a dripping fistful of the month's hottest garbage.

THE BIG HURT: LEANIN' WITH BIEBS | February 20, 2013 Bieber was allegedly photographed sipping something from a double Styrofoam cup, in close proximity to a big bottle of codeine cough syrup. This can only add up to one thing: lean . That purple drank, the laudanum of Screw, the deadly nectar of Pimp C.